Perhaps one of Szabo's oddest
associations is with Charles Earland for this
ill-conceived disco ballad. Gabor pointlessly strums his
acoustic guitar in over dubbed accompaniment while
Charles Earland grumbles some truly silly lyrics.
Earland, formerly an exciting organ grinder who made
meaty music during his Prestige heyday, seems genuinely
excited about Szabo's involvement; offering special
thanks to the guitarist on the record sleeve. However,
Szabo's contribution is negligible here. What's more, any
individuality to his performance (strikingly, there is
none) is buried beneath overbearing cushions of
synthesizer washes and string embellishments.

One notable item here, however, is that
in addition to sharing the services of the same
management company (Forest Hamilton, Chico's son), Szabo
was recording for the Mercury label at the same time as
Chico Hamilton -- who, in March 1977, recorded CATWALK
(Mercury SRM1-1163), a much nobler co-production
bearing Robin McBride's name.